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rosethornewrites · 2 years ago

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1/10-1/24 NR, E, & M reading

Moving after this so may be a gap.

Finished

Not Rated:

Deliver Us, by b00mgh

When Wei Wuxian gives himself up before Wen Ning and Wen Qing get the chance, everyone who loved him steps in to protect the people he gave his life for.

Don't worry, they bring him back B)

rulebreaker, by straelamo

Wei Wuxian returns to Cloud Recesses, and the world is set right.

in this close hand, by twigofwillow (2nd in a series)

Just a very cozy rainy day in the greenhouse

Birthday Cakes and Bunnies, by Hauntcats

A-Yuan wants to do something special for his a-Die's birthday. Who better to help than Bunny-gege.

Explicit:

lightning in a bottle, by bigbabyjeno

“You don’t see me,” the man hisses, creeping down the corridor with his back pressed to the wall, arms spread like he’s some sort of secret agent on a top secret spy mission.

Lan Zhan watches him for a moment, trying to decide if he’s worth any concern. The man is currently crab-walking behind a row of potted ficus, though, so Lan Zhan is reasonably sure he doesn’t need to alert security about this one.

[Or; Lan Zhan is photographing a wedding when he catches someone trying to sneak in. The man claims to be the bride's brother and begs Lan Zhan to make him his assistant for the evening so he can watch his sister get married. Lan Zhan reluctantly agrees and gets a lot more than he bargained for.]

At the End of the Road, by trickybonmot

It is the stupidest, most transparently terrible idea. Wei Ying’s hand is fisted shut on the fabric of his t-shirt, twisting it up far enough to reveal a glimpse of golden-brown skin. This is the worst idea. Lan Wangji is going to say no.

“How do you imagine that would work?” he says instead.

Wei Ying gives a little half-shrug. “I guess I would jack off,” he says. “And you could, like, spot me.”

The Nines of Winter, by ArcadianMaggie

When Wei Ying misses his flight home from college for winter break, Jiang Cheng arranges a ride home—with Lan Zhan, whom Wei Ying hasn't spoken to in over two years. When the weather takes a turn for the worse, they are forced to stop for the night. Luckily, Lan Xichen's house is en route and they are able to wait out the storm. There's weather (frightful) and a fire (delightful), two rabbits and a puppy, plus Lan Zhan's emergency preparedness kit.

Snow-Covered Jingshi, by squishh

He hadn’t even realized he’d moved until he felt soft silks beneath his palm and plush lips against his own. The pull of those eyes had made him sway forward, drawn in like a spell. His hand was on Lan Wangji’s thigh, his weight pressing his hand down as he leaned against firm muscle. The heat of Lan Wangji’s lips made him feel like he was burning.

Nothing could have ever felt this good. It felt safe, and it felt dangerous. He was in danger of never wanting to do anything else but kiss this man.

______

What I imagine should have roughly happened when LWJ and WWX were in the Jingshi in episode 43 if the censorship laws weren't whack and WWX weren't so oblivious to his own emotions lol

Mature:

Get it right (this time), by AmiraAlzilu (30 chapters)

Death would be a fate too kind for Wei Wuxian. He should pay for every sin he committed.

At least that’s the only explanation he has for this impossible situation. After falling from the cliff he woke up in his 15 year old body, just before his months of study at Cloud Recesses.

So, thinking it was for the best, he decides to disappear when he was supposed to be searching for their lost invitation.

Little does he know someone else came back in time with him.

Reset, by SuperiorJello (11 chapters)

What if things went horribly wrong at the end of episode 50, and Wei Wuxian sent himself and Lan Wangji back in time to Cloud Recesses to save them?

Follows mostly CQL/The Untamed canon, but I have also read translations of the novel and seen some of the donghua, so some of that is in there too.

This fic is part of a series!

Part one only takes place in Gusu, detailing wwx and lwj's arrival in the past and the immediate repercussions thereof. It is now complete.

Part two will continue the story as our characters head to Yunmeng Jiang and forward.

Too Much To Bear, by madwriter223 (10 chapters)

Coming back to life and being immediately thrust into a quest to discover the origins of the demonic arm that had murdered nealy an entire clan overnight was not something Wei Wuxian ever thought he'd have to deal with, but it was fine. He had Lan Wangji and together they were unstoppable.

However he had no clue how to deal with discovering Nie Huaisang was apparently a wreck on the verge of collapse at any given moment. How in the world had this happened?

AKA

this is filed under 'nervous wreck nhs' in my fic folder for a reason

if i had the strength, by agloeian (6 chapters)

Jiang Cheng seethes, gripping the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know how to help you,” he admits, “so I’m sending you to the people that do.”

It nearly slips out then, the truth of the matter. Wei Wuxian opens his mouth to snap back ‘There’s no helping me, not now!’ but the words stick in his throat. Shijie is crying and Jiang Cheng is defiant and Lan Zhan is staring at him so earnestly that Wei Wuxian simply doesn’t know how to tell them all that he’s living on borrowed time.

So he doesn’t.

---

At the behest of his siblings, Wei Wuxian is sent to Gusu to recover from the strain of the Sunshot Campaign.

If only he knew how to do that.

The Yu Temper, by madwriter223 (2 chapters)

How the confrontation between Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian in episodes 27/28 could have gone if Jiang Cheng had let loose the temper he'd inherited from his mother?

Jiang Cheng goes apeshit on the morons he's surrounded by and fixes (nearly) everything

A pissed off Jiang Cheng adopts everybody, because fuck you, Wei Wuxian!

Unfinished

Not Rated:

Rise of the Peacock, by JustAWanderingBabbit

Killed at Qiongqi Pass, Jin Zixuan wakes to find himself in an old and familiar scenario; the day he and Wei Wuxian fought in Gusu Lan. The day his betrothal to Jiang Yanli came to an end.

Unsure whether or not he's dreaming, Jin Zixuan decides to seize the chance and change the future. But for that he'll need help from his bastard brother, Meng Yao.

you can have the best of me, baby, by stiltonbasket

Twelve hours after Jiang Cheng and the others escape from Mount Muxi, Wei Wuxian risks wading into the lake and discovers that the underwater passage to the stream in the maple wood has been blocked behind the tortoise’s body.

“It’s sleeping right beside the opening,” he whispers, when he and Lan Zhan are safe in a tunnel of rock too narrow for the Xuanwu’s neck and head. “Judging by the current in the water, that passage was the only way out.”

Trapped in the Xuanwu's cave with no means of escape, Lan Wangji suggests a surprising course of action to strengthen himself and Wei Wuxian for battle: dual cultivation.

The session proves successful, but despite their best efforts, Wei Wuxian's golden core yields unexpected consequences for them both.

Explicit:

unfated; unscripted, by homeybee

Lan Zhan finds Wei Ying on tinder, the first time. He isn't someone Lan Zhan knows, or he would have swiped left. It is his smile that draws him in initially, causes him to swipe right when ordinarily he would have closed his phone again, put on his pajamas, and tried properly to sleep. It is, after all, past his bedtime.

Half an hour later finds Lan Zhan, undeniably not in his pajamas, driving down the highway to the next tiny town over.

...

A series of 'first' meetings.

Discarded, by teawater

Children in Cloud Recesses are succubming to a dark curse. There's one person who may be able to help.

Time Unwinds in a Kaleidoscope of Red, by vamprav

Wei Wuxian falls through time and hits the ground in the Burial Mounds. After taking stock of his situation he decides that things will be different this time, even if it kills him, starting with that disastrous reunion with his brother and future husband.

Heart of the Beast, by WaitForTheSnitch

“Wei Ying?” Nie Mingjue prompted him gently. “Where are your parents?”

“They went on a night hunt,” Wei Ying said, a bit evasively.

“Your parents are cultivators?” Da-ge asked in surprise. “Did they leave you here while they hunted? When did they go on their night hunt?”

“Four summers ago,” Wei Ying said a bit uncomfortable.

“Four summers ago,” Nie Mingjue repeated. “What are your parents’ names?”

“My mama is Cangse Sanren and my baba is Wei Changze,” Wei Ying told him, and recognition registered in Nie Mingjue’s eyes.

“Wei Ying,” Nie Mingjue said, sounding a bit regretful, “Your parents aren’t coming back.”

Or, Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang run into Wei Ying while in Yiling and decide to bring him home. And it changes everything.

We met again but in a different time, by akumanomiyu

Jiang FengMian never found Wei WuXian after he lost his parents, so he spent his life on the street, alone.

He didn't have a clan to protect him and teach him how to become a true cultivator, but he still managed to grow up a strong and righteous man.

People hated him or feared him for the demonic tricks he had to learn to survive. His life wasn't easy but he lived it as he wanted.

Until one day, a good action made him discover an evil plot against the cultivator world and cross path with the Lan clan...

you'll find my heart on the mountainside, by lulu_kitty

After parting ways with Lan Wangji on the mountain path, Wei Wuxian takes some time to consider what it is that he wants with this new second chance at life.

The answer finds him coming back to Lan Wangji, his zhiji, but after they reunite and set forth to embark on their new life together, an unexpected surprise awaits them on their journey home.

Or, a post-canon CQL/Untamed getting together story: accidental baby acquisition addition.

The Communication Effect, by draechaeli

If only there was more communication, or the right kind then everything would be all right. Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi might be bad when it comes to talking to each other about the important things, but they are still leagues better then the older generation that use communication like swords: concealing, revealing, and striking as they please for their own gain. From apologies, to misunderstandings, to sieges, to rumours and gossip, to cold wars, to lies, to civil wars, Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi navigate the world together once their brothers make sure they’re engaged before the classes at Cloud Recesses are finished.

This fic is finished at 186k in 37 chapters + 3 extras

most barren peak and bleakest winter, by WhatTheOwlHears

He drank. Set the cup down. “I understand Wei Ying would not choose to behave that way ordinarily.”

Well that was certainly true, but it felt like a lie anyway. “Haha, yeah.” Wei Wuxian put his elbow on the table so he could put his face in his hand. “Definitely would not normally make attempts on the virtue of my dear dear friend Hanguang-jun.”

Mature:

can't find a way home, by KouriArashi

After giving away his golden core and being thrown into the Burial Mounds, Wei Wuxian takes his revenge on the Wen sect without crossing paths with the Sunshot Campaign.

With no trace of him found, his loved ones have no choice but to believe he died in the Burial Mounds, and go into mourning.

But then strange things start to happen around Yunmeng ... and in Lanling, Jin Guangshan has only begun to take advantage of the power vacuum left behind by the war.

Second Summer, by Anonymous

“So, this is awkward,” says Wei Ying, with a little laugh. It sounds fake. “But I think you have mistaken me for someone else.”

A year after the mysterious death of the Jin heir, Lan Wangji runs across the secret, long-lost, amnesiac love of his life while on a night-hunt.

Tragedy That Befall Upon Us, by xoxoholic

"Hey! What's this?" Jin Ling yelled, pointing at the glowing, black and red orb. Jiang Wanyin marched over to Jin Ling, but the young Jin sect leader had already touched the orb.

"Jin Ling!" Jiang Wanyin yelled in anger. If his golden core was not sealed, then Zidian would be cackling furiously.

"..Oops?" Jin Ling sheepishly smiled as he hid behind his friends. Lan Jingyi laughed at Jin Lings predicament while Lan Sizhui sighed. Ouyang Zizhen laughed with Lan Jingyi in amusement before he was hit in the back of his head by his father.

Hound's Tongue Tied Up, by Stepdavii

“I’ve figured out a way to keep us safe. Forever,” Wei Wuxian replies, still writing out all that he can think of that would possibly help.

“Oh? And whats that?” Wen Qing asks blankly.

“I’m going to make the world forget we exist.”

In which Wei Wuxian figures the best way to keep everyone safe and make everyones life better, he should make it so that his and Wen Remnants existence become forgotten. He just doesn't realize how much an impact doing so would be.

Dreams of Paradise, by Hauntcats

This on begins during the siege of the Burial Mound. Wei Ying is trying to destroy or nullify the tiger seal before anyone else can get it. The results don’t work out quite how he thought they would. His essence is trapped in between time where he witnesses different scenes of the lives of those he cares about. (The 13? 16? Years when he was dead.)

Then he wakes up in a place he didn't expect.

Once again, not Jiang friendly. If you don't like that, please, don't read.

Seeking Solace, by DragonHeart (Taer01), Taer01

Months after the Siege of Burial Mounds against the Yiling Patriarch, the cultivation world gets a rude awakening.

We're Alone Now, by Forever_Marie

"Did you hear, did you hear? Hanguang-jun deserted his clan"

Lan Zhan deserts the Lan Clan in favor of protecting Wei Wuxian and warns him of the pending Siege. They all run for the hills and everything is quiet for a decade until one day Xichen wanders upon him in a market in Yiling.

Impossible Remains, by Jengabears

Jiang Cheng wakes slowly to the feeling of spiritual energy swimming through his veins. Not just swimming. Singing. Flooding. He was filled with it. He didn't know if it was because he had been without any for so long or if Baoshan Sanren had chosen to make him stronger, but he had never felt so powerful in his life. It was glorious. It was everything. He felt alive again. Whole. Better than whole. He had to thank her. He had to scream his joy across the mountain. He was so infinitely grateful.

He ripped off his blindfold, turned to look around him, praises and gratitude resting on the tip of his tongue. Yet what his eyes rested on was a face he never expected to see. His joy and gratitude instantly snuffed into ashes in his mouth. His eyes widened in horror at the sight which greeted him. He wished he could take everything back. Every thought which had passed through his mind since he'd woken.

How could this happen?

Wei Wuxian dies in the core transfer.

Summer Snow, by Forever_Marie

Jiang Cheng dies after Lotus Pier falls and the Jiang are no more. This leaves Wei Ying without family and a home, now and for after the war, forever shattered. He joins the Lan clan (at Wangji's insistence) to fight in the Sunshot campaign as Lan Wangji tries to fill in the cracks left behind.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #chen qing ling #untamed fanfiction

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stiltonbasket · 4 years ago

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I have a suggestion for your renouncement au: LWJ making a new song for their baby and WWX crying when he first hears it

(author’s note: please please reblog if you can, since that’s how we get prompts for future chapters!)

For the past two weeks, Lan Zhan has been spending a great deal of time at his guqin.

Wei Wuxian first noticed it when he returned from the lanshi on a clear spring morning (after teaching his bi-weekly talisman theory class, which had all the juniors in it except for Jin Ling) and found Lan Zhan sitting at the low table in the front room, idly plucking at the qin’s smooth strings and making corrections to a jiandu scroll while he worked. He didn’t seem to notice when Wei Wuxian came in, since he only strummed another few notes before smiling at his work with the small sweet smile that he usually saves for Xiao-Yu.

“What are you doing with your qin, sweetheart?” Wei Wuxian called, going over to greet his husband and glancing down in surprise when Lan Zhan laid a sheet of thin paper over the scroll. “Are you marking one of your students’ compositions, Lan Zhan?”

“It is mine,” Lan Zhan said simply, already ushering Wei Wuxian to the kitchen so he could lay out their lunch dishes. “I began it last week.”

“Oh?” Wei Wuxian asked, delighted. The only qin score that Lan Zhan had written—as far as Wei Wuxian knew, at least—was Wangxian, and he found himself both interested and pleased by the thought of listening to something else his beloved had composed. “Can I hear it, Lan Zhan?”

But to his surprise, Lan Zhan only shook his head and filled Wei Wuxian’s bowl with rice. “Not yet, xingan. But when it is ready, you will be the first one to hear it.”

After that, Lan Zhan took care to work on the score when Wei Wuxian was away from the jingshi, either teaching the juniors or visiting the rabbits or going on walks with Lan Xichen, and Wei Wuxian often returns home to find his husband just putting Wangji away, or halfway through the process of clearing away his writing things, and pouts about Lan Zhan’s reticence until Lan Zhan kisses a smile back onto his face and spends at least half an hour holding him close under their new purple quilts.

“Be patient, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan chides, when he catches Wei Wuxian combing through the box of discarded compositions under their bed to see if the new one might be tucked away amongst them. “You will hear it in time.”

“How long, then?” Wei Wuxian complained. “Haven’t I waited long enough, Lan Zhan? Is it not finished yet?”

“No,” comes the reply, followed by a devastatingly tender kiss to his lips and another on the tip of his nose. “When it is, I will show you right away.”

And then, in true Lan Zhan fashion, he refuses to say any more about it.

But Wei Wuxian ends up forgetting the matter before the end of the month, as he tends to do whenever Lan Zhan tells him not to worry about something—and anyway, preparing for their little one’s arrival and then bringing her into the world was a very efficient distraction, given the fact that neither he nor Lan Zhan really knew anything about babies younger than one or two years old. They gathered drawers full of little clothes and diapers, bought a trunk of tiny plush dolls and blocks, and tried (and failed) to find someplace to put all the toys Jin Ling and Jiang Cheng sent them, and then they had to find a cradle and rearrange some of the furniture so that the baby can have room to move about when she gets big enough to crawl.

Wei Wuxian also had to spend a week cultivating with Lan Xichen, clearing out his meridians with his brother-in-law’s spiritual energy, and that was only finished just in time for baby A-Lan to come safely into her parents’ arms during a thunderstorm in the summertime.

And then, when Wei Wuxian wakes up and tries to soothe A-Lan back to sleep on the night after her full-moon birthday, Lan Zhan pulls his qin out of its case and beckons Wei Wuxian over to sit at his side. Wei Wuxian expects to hear Wangxian, of course, since the matter of that other song has long since been forgotten; but then Lan Zhan plucks out an unfamiliar chord, one that makes A-Lan’s big eyes widen with interest, and touches something deep and soft in Wei Wuxian’s heart like sunlight touching the heart of a summer flower.

Lan Zhan wrote this for Lan-bao, he realizes, covering his mouth as a tear slips down his cheek. He’s played this for her before, hasn’t he?

“Before she was born,” Lan Zhan says softly. “I played it while you were asleep, to calm her.”

“It’s beautiful,” Wei Wuxian whispers, wiping his eyes with A-Lan’s fluffy blankets. “Play it again, Lan Zhan?”

And Lan Zhan does, twice and then twice more, until Shuilan drifts off to sleep in Wei Wuxian’s lap and leaves her parents to trade quiet kisses in the dark over her head.

“Xiaoyao ji,” Lan Zhan murmurs, close beside Wei Wuxian’s ear. “It suits our A-Bao, does it not?”

Wei Wuxian nods. “It does,” he laughs, smiling through his tears. “It’s perfect, Lan Zhan, just like her!”

note: the characters used here for “xiaoyao ji” are 小瑤记 instead of 逍遥记 like the ending theme of the MDZSQ donghua; the original title has been translated as “carefree memories of the past” or “carefree journey,” but 小瑤记 (as far as I know) can be translated as “story of a little treasure” which is why LWJ chose it for A-Lan. The two titles are not pronounced in the same way, and have nothing in common except for the Roman transliteration and the character “记” at the end.

If any of this is inaccurate, corrections are very much welcomed and wanted!

#wangxian #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #renouncement verse #wangxian arranged marriage au #my fic

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amoret-the-leaf · 4 years ago

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Summary: Wei Wuxian is determined. After seeing his Lan Zhan yawning, yawning of all things, he makes it his mission to let his husband take a rest. Though, as with many things in life, it doesn't go according to plan. Many years had passed since the esteemed Hanguang-Jun and the Yiling Patriarch had found themselves stuck in a cave on death's doorstep, confessing deeply rooted traumas to each other. Wei Ying would give everything he had and more to never let it happen again. Never. He was going to cherish Lan Wangji like he deserved, until the day he died.

Ship: Wangxian

Word Count: 5130

Author’s Note: This story is a result of MDZS/CQL frankencanon, and may contain differences in titles and ways of addressing due to subtitle variations. This work may not be completely accurate to Ancient Chinese and Xianxia culture. If something has been written inappropriately/offensively, please let me know!

The crisp air carried soft flakes of white across the frostbitten sky. The Cloud Recesses was coated in a blanket of thick, plush snow as far as anyone could see. The rabbits had been tucked away from their place on Back Mountain into a warmer abode. Tonight, that abode happened to be the Jingshi, where a cheeky Wei Wuxian had smuggled the bunch inside to surprise his almost always overworked lover.

These days, both he and Wangji had been teaching the juniors alongside various night hunts. Though things had been mostly peaceful in the cultivation world, and currently none of the clans were at each other's throats, spirits and other nuisances were still running around causing trouble. But of course, where there was trouble, there was the esteemed Hanguang-Jun and the ever chaotic Yiling Patriarch. The current problem of their teachings was in the execution. Where he was laid back and experience based in his lessons, Lan Zhan meticulously laid out everything, leaving no room for creative exploration, and holding many lectures Wei Ying himself was guilty of falling asleep during. Monotony was somehow effective for disciples like Sizhui, but for those whose brains hadn't become entirely indoctrinated by years of rules- well, it reminded him of the boring hours during his time as a student in Gusu. Lan Qiren's tedious way of drilling said rules of the Lan Clan didn't do much either, all things considered. Like uncle, like nephew.

Though he didn't agree with endless hours of just sitting and listening, his Lan-Er-Ge was insistent. He was also insistent in just the planning alone of those dull, dull lessons. Not to mention overseeing the individual growth of each disciple, and the several times he'd be called out during the evening to help get the group of teenagers out of trouble. Wei Ying tagged along those nights, of course, but he didn't exactly wake up at sunrise most days, nor did he hold anywhere near the same amount of responsibilities the Second Jade did. He could sleep in, and it was expected of him.

So now that he could see his beloved Lan Zhan not-so discreetly yawning after their last night hunt, Wei Ying made it his secret mission to (politely) force him to take a break tonight. What better way to do that than shielding their dear rabbits from the cold? If he was lucky, maybe he could even get Lan Zhan to cuddle with him. He could be a rabbit too!

So when the door slid open, Wei Ying was already darting forwards with two fluffy bunnies in hand. "Lan Zhaaan~!" He beamed, nearly falling face forward as he stopped abruptly. "I brought in the- Eh?"

That wasn't Lan Zhan. No, he was too short to be Lan Zhan. Short and flustered. "A-Yuan?"

Sizhui looked down, apologetically. "S-Senior Wei! Sorry for coming in unannounced!" He bowed, already getting overly worried about the littlest things when it came to courtesy. Like he wasn't allowed here whenever he pleased, he and Lan Zhan didn't mind. He'd have to break this kid from being so polite! It was poisoning him!

"Ah, A-Yuan A-Yuan! Who decided you call me Senior Wei? You used to call me Xian-gege!" Wei Ying huffed, setting the rabbits down to hop around the place once more as he leaned on the doorframe. "Or maybe you prefer to call me Baba now since I clearly raised you!"

"But Hanguang-Jun ra-"

"Hanguang Jun raised you like a bunny. I raised you to be a gentleman!" He exclaimed, proudly sporting his widened smile. "Eat carrots, sit around and be cute. That's for a rabbit. I taught you all the important things! Like how to plant a little radish! And look, you got more radish friends in the end! Isn't that great?" Hands contently sat on his hips as the once feared Yiling Patriarch bragged his true colors. The two couldn't help a light chuckle from that. "But I assume you didn't come to listen to me badger about being the better parent, right?"

Sizhui shook his head. "Actually, Hanguang-Jun asked me to keep you company while he finishes some of his work." The boy explained, gladly coming in from the cold as Wei Ying stepped aside from the doorframe. He had the expression of a giddy puppy... on second thought, A-Yuan was too well mannered and tame to be compared to any dog. "Hanguang Jun must work very hard to still be reviewing this late in the evening. It's only an hour from curfew now."

Wei Ying sighed. Of course Lan Zhan had sent Sizhui to distract him. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the disciple's company, but he wanted his husband by his side again. Life was so boring and lonely when he didn't have his beloved to pester. That, and his husband was going to run himself into the ground if he didn't take a break soon.

One of the rabbits bounced around, before contently nibbling on Sizhui's robe as the teen set out some tea. Of course, Wei Ying wouldn't tell the kid that the tea was only for him, and that Wei Wuxian had poured a heaping's worth of Emperor's Smile into his own cup. That would be 'setting a bad example'.

"Believe it or not, Hanguang-Jun is just as stubborn as I am. Won't admit when he's struggling, and won't easily be swayed from his duties." He spoke, a bit scornfully. As the two sat down for their drinks, most of the bunnies piled around the junior disciple, one even hopping upon his lap. "Traitors! I brought you here!"

The teen gently ran his fingers across the rabbit's forehead. He was accustomed to this, Wei Wuxian was sure of it. Either that, or they were trusting of their own kind. Lan Zhan fed him and raised him to be a rabbit, maybe they knew he was secretly their kin. "Senior Wei, do you think Hanguang-Jun is struggling?" Sizhui asked, now showing worry on his face.

"He yawned today."

Well that was definitely a surprised look. "So it's true then. He never yawns." A hand was brought to his chin. "I don't think I've ever seen him tired before."

Still pouty, Wei Ying closed his eyes. "Considering he kept a straight face after being wounded by the Xuanwu, I can say for certain he's been working too hard for too long. And I'm gonna do something about it!" Downing the rest of his drink, he abruptly stood. If Lan Zhan wasn't planning on taking a break anytime soon, he would be now. "I have an idea, and I'm gonna need your help with it. You and... where's Jingyi right now? We need a messenger who knows how to keep a secret."

Wangji took his work in the Lan Clan very seriously. Uncle begrudgingly learned to tolerate Wei Ying's presence over time, and his brother was always supportive of his decisions- his desires more specifically, a rare thing to him to imdulge in. Therefore, his responsibilities were tied to his sense of gratitude. Lan Wangji was grateful that he and his soulmate could reside here in peace, at least for the time being. Perhaps the Cloud Recesses wouldn't be their home forever, but for now, everything- it was as it should be. So he had to work hard. He would work hard to keep things this way.

He had sent Sizhui to hopefully entertain Wei Ying. They enjoyed each other's presence and talked frequently of the past. How he silently wished to be with them, but he had to grade papers tonight. He would sit and write as long as he had to, complying with the curfew time of course. Wangji had hoped to spend some time with his lover before the late hour came, but it would have to wait for another day. As long as they were together in the night, as long as the single lotus of the Cloud Recesses was beside him when the moon was high, he could be satisfied.

What he had presumed to be a peaceful last hour of writing changed when another of the current disciples, Jingyi, had come rushing to his side. "Hanguang Jun!" He called out, in a manner that was unnerving for Wangji. Worry. Fear. A distinguishable type of fear, shared only with those who were familiar with... "It's Senior Wei! He- something's wrong!"

His brush fell from his hand, sliding across his desk to a graded paper, leaving blotches of ink scattered on it. "What happened?" He asked, coldly. Wangji knew he was idolized by the disciple, but right now, he knew the stern, serious gaze that took hold of his face would be enough to intimidate even those whom he loved the most. His brother had so politely gotten accustomed to calling it, 'The Wei Wuxian Effect,' but that was beside the point.

Jingyi, and his inability to have the specifics, was still catching his breath. "I-I only heard yelling!" The teen looked as though he was cowering. It was only then that Wangji had realized that not only was his brush dropped, but broken in half, the second part still wrapped in his hand by knuckles that were turning white. He hadn't remembered doing that. "Hanguang-Jun! Sizhui is still with him! I don't know what's happening!"

Without needing to hear the rest, he was up and moving. As fast as any rules would forbid, he was moving. Across the paths of dusty white, he was going. The Second Jade was preparing himself for anything, clutching Bichen as the brisk pace he was taking barely left any time for marks to be formed in the snow. Wangji couldn't lose him again, his husband or their son, he wouldn't let it happen. He'd be faster this time.

Possibilities flooded his mind. Across the many towns, certain people swore vengeance to the Yiling Patriarch, for one reason or another. In the same sense, many sought out the demonic cultivator in hopes of being taught the art form, and would even carry out heinous acts to do so. Wangji sincerely hoped neither was the case. Spirits were enough of an issue, but he would always silently prefer the threat of the unliving rather than the unagreeable nature of man. Whatever the threat, he would never let Wei Ying go again. Never.

'Wei Ying!'

The doors burst open with a thud, Wangji using a great deal of strength to pry them open. Wisps of smoke lingered all around the room, coming from a tapestry set ablaze; the remains just barely intact to still hang on the wall. Sizhui was frantically trying to suppress the flames with a basin of water, but to no avail. "It's no use! I got it!" Wei Ying yelled, grabbing a section of the cloth that had yet to be touched by fire, and carefully holding it away from the wall. He bent over, gathering a pile of ashes that had collected on the ground with his other hand, smudging them across his fingers. "It has the remnants of a fire talisman. It won't be put out easily-" A glance came to his direction. "Huh? Lan Zhan when did you get here?"

Before he could answer, Jingyi had caught up, looking confused. "Huh?! When did you switch the plan to fire?! What happened to the first plan?!" He exclaimed. At that, both Sizhui and Wei Ying shot him a glare. In Wangji's experience, that meant they were hiding something. Not the first time it had happened. "I mean, what plan? There was no plan!"

"Plan?" The Second Jade asked. Hesitant looks and a light laugh were exchanged between the three. No one wanted to come forward. However, silence from Hanguang-Jun rang loudly, or so he'd been told. Though he had not intended to be intimidating, it was effective.

"Hanguang-Jun," Sizhui bowed, "Senior Wei noticed you've been working hard recently, so..." His sentence trailed off. "We came up with a plan to have you take a break. Jingyi was our messenger. Apologies for the initial deception. The fire was not part of this." The junior disciple confessed. Jingyi joined the other in his apologetic stance.

Wei Ying sighed, seeming to forget what he was holding as the last of the fire grazed his hand. Yelping, he let the last of the material go, as it succumbed to ash midair. Wangji was already by his side, holding the injury to his eyes and looking over the redness that had been left on two of his fingertips. "Should be treated." He spoke, softly. Fortunately, he had both the right balm and proper dressings nearby, as Wei Ying had a bad habit of being injured, and the healers were busy enough.

"Lan Zhaaan..." He whined, already having the gauze wrapped around by the other. "Lan-Er-Ge, this stuff won't work. I need you to kiss it better for me!" A pout smuggled on his face as he threw his arms over his lover's shoulders. "It hurts! It hurts so much! This is the end, Lan Zhan! The end of the Yiling Patriarch! I'm headed back to the afterlife for sure!"

The Second Jade sighed, looking content as he planted a gentle kiss atop his husband's now treated hand. "Be more careful." Wangji breathed out, letting Wei Ying put his head on his shoulder, still quietly embracing the hug from behind. When met with eyes that held a mischievous gaze, he repeated. "Need to be more careful, Wei Ying."

The pair of junior disciples weren't sure if they should be seeing this. Red hues brought on by embarrassment heated their cheeks. Still half-nuzzled into Wangji, Wei Ying couldn't help but laugh, looking up to the ceiling. "You kids! So easily flustered, just like your Hanguang-Jun used to be! You need to get out of this stuffy old place more often! Do some real labor, talk to the townspeople! They'll teach you how to have fun! And maybe you'll get to meet a pretty-"

"Wei Ying, the fire?"

One of the many conversational cues of the Second Master Lan- this one insinuating he wished for them to speak alone. Finally. Letting go of Wangji, much to his concealed displeasure, he shuffled away, closer to the duo of teenagers. "Alright alright. We've had enough excitement for one night, haven't we? Mission... Unconventional Success? The adults need to talk now." He teased, "and I'm sure the rest of your little duckling friends want to hear all about what happened, hmm? Run along now my little henchmen~!"

Jingyi stepped forward, seemingly wanting to protest, but A-Yuan grabbed his arm. "Right." The more daring of the two mumbled.

"Have a good evening Hanguang-Jun, Senior Wei." Sizhui added. Both of the disciples turned to leave, clearly hesitant. Wei Ying couldn't blame them for wanting to stay longer, after all, he was just so cool to be around, and spontaneous fires were certainly going to be an interesting thing to deal with if this was going to be a recurring thing! But the curfew was fast approaching, and he'd dealt with the consequences of rule-breaking enough to know that it wouldn't exactly be taken lightly should they be out longer than needed. His hand cramped just thinking about it! So much writing...

When the doors were sealed shut, the solemnity of Lan Wangji wore off. Loose shoulders, small flakes in his golden-toned eyes lighting up ever so delicately, the corners of his mouth turning upwards- to anyone unenlightened, they would notice no difference. But Wei Ying was enlightened, so very enlightened; educated and experienced in the ways of the Second Jade. Every magnetic movement made was put to a makeshift memory. His Lan Zhan was just so magnificent, he could study him for hours.

"You didn't start the fire." Wangji spoke, looking to the other for confirmation. Just as Wei Ying was experienced in his lover's expressions, Wangji was equally versed. "Good."

"We had sent Jingyi out to get you when it happened." The other started, sliding his fingers along the charred outline on the wall. "No trace of how it happened; didn't even catch our attention at first. By the time I had noticed, it was halfway singed through. What I find interesting..."

Wei Ying started digging through piles of scrolls. They had many maps, but on different scales. The one he took showed all of Gusu, and only Gusu. "It burnt one item. Of all that could have been set to fire, it burnt one item, and one that was mounted far enough from the wall as to not endanger anyone with a large scale blaze." A hand was brought to his chin. "Where did that tapestry come from?"

"Yuanwei Village." The Second Jade replied.

"Yuanwei... Lan Zhan! Did you name a town after me and A-Yuan?" A smirk crept onto the Yiling Patriarch's face. A devilish one, one of skillful teasing. He didn't remember anyplace called Yuanwei. He didn't remember a lot of things though. But there was no way-

"Farmers and merchants established a community eight years ago. Became a village. Asked to be recognized and named." He stopped, only for a minute. Wei Ying loved it when their eyes met like this. "I was given the task." Wangji informed, nonchalantly. His gaze strayed back to the map as his husband slowly turned red.

Beet red. "Lan Zhan!!! You-! You can't just say these things casually!"

"Does it bother Wei Ying?"

"No! But you can't just... But I guess you already have... Aiyahhh, I guess I'll have no choice but to love you for being so extravagant." Chenqing tapped against his hip as he held his arms around Wangji's waist. It seemed almost like a one-sided hug, but a hint of intimacy shared between them. This was nice.

Still holding onto his beloved, he turned the two of them around so he could see. Wangji had to look over his shoulder to see the map, but he didn't mind. "Yuanwei. The tapestry is from Yuanwei. There was no one close enough to cast an ordinary fire talisman, and it seems like this is too calculated to have been an attempt on our lives. Good! It's such a chore when people want to kill us."

"Mn."

Wei Ying sighed, dreamily falling into Wangji's always alert arms. "So eloquent my husband is!" Just as quickly as he dove towards the floor for the Second Jade to catch him, he bounced back to his feet. "In any case! I'm sure Zewu-Jun would want to hear about this. Especially if this was a threat to the Lan clan. Shall we go visit him, Hanguang-Jun?"

Wangji lightly shook his head. "Brother is not in the Cloud Recesses tonight. Visit to Qinghe."

The former Jiang disciple snapped. "Ah! I forgot! Huisang called a conference right? Doesn't he come back tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Great!" He tugged on Wangji's sleeve. "Then he can know tomorrow. And youuu~" Wei Ying placed a single kiss on his cheek. His voice was no louder than a whisper. "You can take a break, Lan Zhan. You've been working so hard-"

He stopped.

Why did he stop? A smile stayed on Wei Ying's face, though pained. Ah, not this again. A glint of raw emotion, a single tear rolling down from eyes just barely dusted by pink under eyes, barely noticeable. But the Second Jade did, he always would, and it was too late to turn away. Tears? Why was he crying? He hadn't been feeling sad all day. He wasn't even sad! Lan Wangji was by his side again, and they were talking. It's what he wanted. So why... "You look so tired, Lan Zhan."

He didn't want to see him like this.

"...Wei Ying?"

"Hah." He breathed out, clutching his chest. "I don't know where these tears came from... I promise you I haven't been sad this whole time. I'm not even sad now! I promise. It's just- ahh I'm sorry this keeps happening!" That much was true. Unfortunately, sometimes what he went through crept up at the most inconvenient times. Memories of the past swept in with the happenings of the present. Something his husband had assured him was fine, but he still couldn't help but feel guilty. Bandaged fingers laced between his soulmate's hand. "I just... I don't want to see you so run down, Lan Zhan. Apparently my fragile heart can't bear it." He smiled.

Wangji knelt down, kissing the top of the other's hand in desperation. "Can't bear it." He repeated. "Can't bear to make Wei Ying cry."

"I'm not crying! You didn't make me cry! See? No more tears! You didn't make me sad! I wasn't sad I promise I-" Words will do nothing. Lan Wangji never cares for words. And so, he took the other's lips himself. Passionate yet delicately making sure the Second Jade couldn't speak another word of blame towards himself. Brief, but very effective.

A finger flicked against the tip of Wangji's nose. "My Lan Zhan is so funny, thinking he could ever make me sad." A giggle escaped the Yiling Patriarch. "No, I wasn't sad. I was so happy. Happy to see you again. It feels like it's been forever to be awake beside you, but only when you don't yawn. Do you know how traumatizing that was to see? My Lan-Er-Ge yawning? Unthinkable." Wei Ying mumbled, contently sitting on the floor where his beloved still knelt. He put a head on his shoulder. "Your knees must hurt, sit properly. No need for this apology stuff. I want to lay my head in your lap-"

He rambled. Wangji liked it when he rambled. It was so vibrant, and he was so curious. Despite always being clad in black, Wei Ying was ever colorful in his soul. Wangji never cared for words unless they were his. But he could only be consoled by actions. Had he really done no wrong? Wei Ying didn't cry because of him?

"-and the ground is hogging your lap! How dare it! I should've let that tapestry burn it all! We'd build a much nicer floor in its place you know!"

Wangji let out one, singular laugh. A grin formed on his single lotus's face as he shuffled over to place his head in the now sitting comfortably Hanguang-Jun. "The floor cannot have me."

"Good. I won't let it." Wei Ying smirked throwing his hands behind his head. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, you should really take that break tomorrow. We could have a relaxing day here all to ourselves. Or we could go into Caiyi Town and have some loquats- take A-Yuan and A-Yi to have dinner with us. Would you like that Lan Zhan?"

"...Would that make Wei Ying happy?" Wangji finally gave in, closing his eyes briefly in hesitant acceptance. But seeing Wei Ying light up the way he did, nodding vigorously, he would do this a thousand times over and more if he could. "I will take a break, then." He murmured, running his hand through the other's hair. Knowing they would be retiring for the night soon, he reached for a brush, undoing the tie of his husband's red ribbon. Wei Ying's hair was both silky smooth and yet small tangles always hid beneath the layers. They straightened easily with a gentle tug, never too hard.

Meanwhile his soulmate took to rambling once more. "Lan Zhan I had to go to such great lengths to bribe A-Yi to be the messenger for our plan! And I didn't even need to! One of the other disciples would've come to get you when the fire started! But now I have to get the whole lot of them sweets anyways!" He pouted, leaning his head back further to look at the other. "If I were them, I would've broken out for sweets myself! Why do they need me to do it? Kids!"

Wangji had finished brushing through the hair, letting go of it gently. "What were you planning?" He asked, both curious and a bit concerned. Nothing dangerous, and nothing that would upset him- those were out of the question. But upset uncle or the others... they were not graced with the same protections from his husband's mischief.

"Nothing special. I had brought up the rabbits earlier and was going to tell you they hopped up here all by themselves looking for you." Scooching across the floor, he picked up a basket that had been turned over on the floor. Hiding underneath, bunnies were practically stacked on top of each other. Strange, there was enough room for them all to be on the floor. "Good thing I put them in there before the fire started. Sizhui wanted to let them hop all over- but I told him you might trip over them if you were scared. That Jingyi... I told him to not scare you when I sent him!"

The rabbits hurriedly sprung over to their precious Hanguang-Jun. They had clear favoritism, even after Wei Ying had given them a talking to. Wangji let the few who were bold enough to hop onto him get settled where they liked. "A-Yi heard screaming." He started, sweetly stroking a hand on its head. "Glad he reacted."

"I guess you're right. I'd much rather you save me from a blaze than watching those juniors try and fan it."

Wangji nodded. The rabbit he'd taken to the most, the only one of dark fur they had, made its way up to his arm not long ago. It sat peacefully on his shoulder, but seemed to nuzzle into the man for more attention. Understanding the request, he lifted it up, holding it out just far enough from his body to be comfortable. "A-Ying."

Wei Ying nearly choked hearing that. His face went through thousands of shades of red, from a subtle pink to a burning strawberry, moving closer to his husband. "Eh!? First a town and now this! You never quit do you?" He asked, desperately, though sure he already knew the answer. "You never even call me A-Ying! What gives? Spoiling me and then calling the rabbit the cute name?"

He didn't need to say another word. Lan Zhan was already putting the rabbit in his lap. "A-Ying-" The Second Jade murmured, placing his head on the other's shoulder. "A-Ying is so handsome. Cute. Kind. Courageous. Strong. All the good things. Good like a bunny."

Grinning. He was grinning like a lovesick fool. Giddy, he took the brush that had been set aside, and took out ornaments in his lover's hair. Though wedded, nowadays he looked for permission before touching the sacred Lan headband Wangji wore proudly across his forehead. When he go the nod, he was quick to fumble with the tie that kept it fastened, before letting it slide gracefully into his hands.

Ha, how naive he'd been all those years ago. He'd picked a lover without even knowing it. A good choice, the best in fact, but a choice unconsciously made so young. He'd be gentle now, respectful. He owed so much debt to this elegant piece of cloth, but an eternity more to the one who wore it. Years. Life had kept on a steady pace in the blink of an eye for him, though in a new body. But... no he'd rather not pry that tonight. He was already tired, no need to bring up those memories. No more surprise crying!

Wangji's hair was damp from now melted snow. Wei Ying carefully glided a towel over it. "Lan Zhan, you shouldn't keep your hair damp. It's bad for your health."

"Mn."

When it was softened again, he ran the brush through. "We should go to bed soon. You need the extra sleep."

"Still have time. Curfew bell did not ring."

He sighed, pressing his face into the other's white robes. Sandalwood. He still had that rich, wooded trace clinging to him. "You need to sleeeeep~" Wei Ying mumbled, affectionately.

That's when the other turned around, causing him to nearly face-plant into the ground. But he was caught at the wrists. "Want to look at you." Wangji admitted, the tips of his ears tinged with a sweet pink. "Don't see you enough. Need to see you."

"You'll see me all tomorrow when Zewu-Jun comes back. You should rest now or else I'll make you take a nap then!" He teased. But of course, Wangji took it seriously, pulling away and heading for the bed. Wei Ying couldn't help but giggle as the other stared at him, waiting to be joined. "Alright alright, I'll come too. But I might be up earlier then! Maybe I'll make you breakfast!"

When they were laying beside each other, Wangji shut his eyes. "Wei Ying will sleep in."

"Is that a request or a fact?"

"Fact."

Wei Ying shuffled, propping himself halfway up with his shoulder, head sitting in his hands. "Is that so? What if you're wrong?" He poked the Second Jade's cheek. "Has Hanguang-Jun ever been wrong though? Maybe the entire cultivation world should listen to you more often. Things could be a lot more quiet."

"To us. Wei Ying is insightful." Lan Zhan added, opening his eyes once more. Turning slightly, he blew out three candles that illuminated the room. One... two... three, and the room was dark. Wangji not-so gracefully fell back onto the bed, before, turning towards the other. "Sleep." He breathed out.

"Sing to me." Wei Ying offered, only to be met with a confused, sleepy gaze. "Wangxian, sing it to me."

He tilted his head. Adorable. "Meant to be played on the guqin."

"Ahbut Lan Zhan," Wei Ying started, taking a thoughtful stance. "Your guqin is only an echo of your beautiful voice. It can't compare." An explanation that could be seen as biased, but bias was his specialty. They were married, Wei Ying could be biased compared to everyone else. He was the only one allowed to be biased when it came to Lan Wangji.

A moment of quietness passed, the only sound being the wind that whistled outside. Then, notes. Words... Words?

"You made words to this?"

"Mn."

The Yiling Patriarch brushed stray strands of velvet black out of his eyes, then Wangji's. "Lan Zhan." He coaxed. "Lan Zhan. Lan-Er-Ge. Ji-xiong. Hanguang-Jun. Lan Wangji." The names were all beautiful, each in their own way. Yet, there was one yet to be spoken. A-Ying... He liked that. Maybe his angel in white would like... Was it too bold? A-Ying was meant to be a rabbit, but he had no rabbit by the bed to blame it on. But Lan Zhan used it, so maybe- maybe he'd wanted to hear a response all these years? Only one way to tell.

"A-Zhan, it's beautiful. You're beautiful."

He smiled.

Author’s Note: Updates come every Sunday! There will be four chapters total :)

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #the untamed #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan zhan #wei ying #lan sizhui #a-yuan #wen yuan #lan jingyi #hurt/comfort #frankencanon #just go to sleep lan zhan #im sorry i hurt you later #uh hi my name is tae come consume me mdzs/cql fandom

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ask-wei-wuxian · 5 years ago

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Woof [wei wuxian!!!! merry christmas!!! here, i've brought you this!!!] >description: Fairy drops a book about dog behavior and a nonthreatening plush rendition of a dog a few meters away from Wei Wuxian, then steps away.

He gingerly steps to the package. His scared eyes stray to Fairy for a moment before he blinks, and some of the fear melts away. Wei Ying crouches down, and gently picks up both the plush and the book. He studies the plush doggo for a long moment before his pensive face breaks into a sunny smile and he turns to the Spirit Dog sitting politely, meters away.

"Thanks, Fairy!" He calls, waving the plush. "This is awesome! I'll try to sneak you some treats at dinner!"

And if a little plush puppy appears on his bedroll that night, beside the bunny rabbit Lan Zhan had given him, no one said a word. Or if they did, Wei Ying resolved to punch them. Or vinegar their bedroll in retaliation. Either works, really, so someone (cough Jiang Cheng cough) better keep their mouth shut...

(つ≧▽≦)つ ▼・ᴥ・▼

#wei wixian talks #fairy #//holiday saga #wei wuxian #txt #asks

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nijiirorhyme · 5 years ago

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Wangxian Fic: A Staring Contest between You and Me

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

Ship: Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian

Warnings: None

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Staring Contest

Words: 1123

Description: Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have a staring contest, who will win?

Alternatively, it can be read here!

Wei Wuxian loved Lan Wangji’s eyes. He could stare into them forever and most often than not, he did. Their lines of vision always happened to cross with no matter what. When they were together, his eyes would always wonder to the man’s as if it were second nature to him, only for him to be greeted back with his yellow ones. Whether this was because he was looking at him first, or vice versa, Wei Wuxian was unsure.

One day, the two of them were carrying out their ordinary routine in the Lan Sect where Wei Wuxian would be lying down on the soft, plush grass the rabbits would graze upon while languidly twirling a piece of it between his fingers as Lan Wangji would be tending to them. Wei Wuxian gazed upon his form lovingly as he watched the man pick one of them up, cradling it tenderly in his arms. Although this was something he did everyday but to a different rabbit, Wei Wuxian would never get tired of Lan Wangji’s expression. His usual stoic facial expression would be put at ease immediately, which in turn smoothed out his facial features and gave an overall gentleness to them. If Wei Wuxian were being completely honest, he found it cute how attentive he was to each white, fluffy bundle of life.

Just as a small smile stretched across Wei Wuxian’s face at the sight, Lan Wangji turned towards him, dashing yellow eyes colliding with warm grey ones. Neither of them made a move to break their eye contact and instead, Wei Wuxian took advantage of this to play a little game.

He held Lan Wangji’s gaze in his for a few seconds and just like that, his husband instantly caught on to what he intended to do. What was supposed to be a few seconds of loving eye contact turned into a full blown staring contest.

Wei Wuxian didn’t want to brag, but he had never lost a staring contest, ever. He could keep his eyes open for the longest of times without ever having the desire to blink. This in itself was slightly concerning--as blinking was something one’s body did instinctively at the remote signs of dryness in one’s eyes--but Wei Wuxian found this beneficial as in the past; should anyone instigate a staring contest between the two of them as a bet, he would always reap the rewards. Wei Wuxian’s small smile turned into a cocky one as the game continued to drag on. He felt he had this one in the bag, as always.

Neither of them expressed any signs of budging. It was a standstill. Despite this, Wei Wuxian’s small smile turned into a cocky one as the game continued to drag on. Instead of focusing on the game itself, Wei Wuxian took this time to fully immerse himself in his husbands topaz-coloured eyes. The closer he looked into them, the more he found them captivating— almost as if they were intentionally trying to entice him to the man. Lan Wangji’s eyes were the most expressive part of his entire face. One glance at them, and Wei Wuxian felt as if he could look into his thoughts. Whenever he was angry, not only would his eyebrows scrunch up, but his eyes held a fierce gaze, as if there were a fire lit behind them, fueling and driving his rage. If he were happy, his eyebrows would soften as his eyes would hold a tender look, the ghost of a smile barely apparent upon his lips. But, there was a difference between Lan Wangji’s happy look, and the one look Wei Wuxian loved the most, the one he used to look at him. Lan Wangji’s eyes would glisten with brimming adoration for the latter. It looked as if he were trying to take photos of Wei Wuxian with his eyes, trying to inscribe the moment they shared together within his mind forever. Whenever he said something, Lan Wangji would attentively pay attention to not just his words, but everything from his lips to his body language. That same look he gave him intensified even more so at night, complemented by the dazzling moonlight when they were curled up in bed together. Nothing made Wei Wuxian feel more secure when that same full look of adoration mixed with the moon’s iridescent beams. The way his husband’s topaz-coloured eyes would contrast with the darkness that surrounded them would give his entire form an other-worldly look. This always prompted Wei Wuxian to snuggle a bit closer, a bit tighter to the other’s strong form until their bodies were pressed together without a single space between them.

How could a pair of eyes make him feel so loved? So comfortable? So-

Fuck. He wanted to kiss him right now.

Without breaking eye contact with the other, Wei Wuxian brought himself up onto his feet, and carefully made his way to his husband. He treaded lightly, carefully so as to not step on any of the smaller forms of life that were no bigger than the size of his feet. However, as if this were a common occurance to them, the rabbits in his path parted ways for him, giving Wei Wuxian enough room to walk towards his husband.

Once he was within arm’s length away from Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian outstretched a hand, tilting his head ever so slightly, his lips upcurved into a small smile. Being cautious so as to not blink, Lan Wangji’s pupils trailed downward at his hand before his cool hand gently took Wei Wuxian’s, treating it as carefully as one would treat a fragile piece of porcelain.

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian yanked hard on his hand, causing his husband to stumble forward into him. Wei Wuxian closed his eyes, bracing for impact as he felt a pair of slightly chapped lips collide into his own once Lan Wangji regained his balance.

Wei Wuxian pulled away. He couldn’t help but stare into those eyes once more, watching to see his expression turn into one he had rarely seen. Lan Wangji’s eyes were wide open and his mouth was slightly ajar with shock as he attempted to process what just happened. A slight pink hue lightly brushed across his cheeks, before his expression shifted from shock into one that Wei Wuxian had seen several times before. Lan Wangji’s eyes glistened in the sunlight as his smile became more and more apparent on his face the more his beautiful lips curved upwards.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s voice rumbled in his ears. “You lost.”

Wei Wuxian returned the smile, throwing his entire body weight into him before giving his husband a peck on the cheek, “Yeah, I guess I did.”

#mo dao zu shi #wei ying #wei wuxian #lan zhan #lan wangji #wangxian #my fic

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pseudocitrus · 6 years ago

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[~ch69] hc where there is no reason lan wangji should follow, and many reasons why he shouldn't, and still, despite the discipline that runs in him as strong and clear as a river, he...follows.

the feeling i have, he tells himself, is worry.

he pauses. ...no. concern.

a mild concern, suiting the scenario of a big-headed — peer prancing off blindfolded into a soon-to-be corpse-infested forest. concern keeps him just outside the very edge of the area he knows wei wuxian can sense, an impressively large perimeter that nevertheless doesn't put lan wangji far enough to keep from hearing what comes next: chengqing. playing, gently.

he realizes, belatedly, only when his body protests, that he is holding his breath — as if that could make him hear the song clearly enough that he can prove his first impression wrong, and force his heart back down his throat. that song...

it couldn’t...was it?

that song —

played last in a cave, with wei wuxian's head tilted into lan wangji's lap. wei wuxian's body was so weak and still that lan wangji was certain the notes falling quietly from his mouth wouldn't even find a place to land, much less take hold.

lan wangji's heart never hammered as much as it did then. though he assumed he'd since come to rein it properly, at the sound of the flute, it starts to thrash again, like a newly caged bird catching sight of a open window. like something summoned.

the feeling i have is fury, he interprets, desperately. how dare wei wuxian just — take —

that song of lan wangji's, whose composition was so private that for the most part the notes had been strung together solely in his mind, never played aloud in its entirety until wei wuxian had requested it, and lan wangji found himself obliging. it didn't yet even have a name, and yet wei wuxian was — just — playing it. and playing with it, using chengqing to add trills and murmurs lan wangji had never planned or imagined, noises which despite their loveliness are — are — unasked for. and all in broad daylight, where anyone could hear it, _lan wangji's song,_ even though he — it — he — i-it —

...is...

...mine.

:::

that lan wangji’s discipline is renowned and admired is something well-known to him, and unworthy of much indulgence. he’s never encountered difficulty adhering to rules, even the multiple thousands of rules of the gusu lan sect. frankly, there exists some fragment of him that muses on what the big deal was, that doesn’t understand why some find it so hard to bridge the space between what they want to do and what must be done, and only now, really, at this moment, does lan wangji actually feel the incredible pressure of it, of two contradictory feelings swelling up so strongly in him that he feels like he will split in half.

don’t go!

no — go!

no —

for once, the icy atmosphere that lan wangji is said to exude, turns and fills his own body instead. he is frozen. he swallows. he waits for the river in him to flow down its well-worn paths, for some instinct to inform him of the best course to take, and instead all he can hear is that song, his tranquil orderly melody played with as much raw and lazy indulgence as a cat stretching in the sun.

from here, lan wangji can see wei wuxian’s fingers gliding unerringly, can even see the blindfold that should hinder him and yet has as much effect on him as it did when he notched his arrow and smiled at its unwavering thunk. at the time, for some reason, lan wangji felt the arrow land sooner than he saw it. for some reason, the sound robbed him of breath.

“perfect,” his brother remarked, looking back at him for some reason, and to that lan wangji had no answer, except to force himself to resume breathing.

arrogance is forbidden. he never troubled himself much to think of why certain rules were in place, but perhaps this is why: because to witness such arrogance is...is...

infuriating.

:::

infuriating how easily he tosses flowers over lan wangji’s shoulder, and calls lan wangji attractive, and laughs the same way he did when he first came to study at the cloud recess, loud, with sleep-penetrating delight. infuriating how lightly and deftly and surely his long fingers play the flute, with confidence and beauty. infuriating how he holds out his hand and requests lan wangji’s forehead ribbon like it’s candy, or a song. infuriating how lan wangji’s mouth opens.

the song wanes, but the notes linger, sharp in his ears. its echoes coil and knot inside him — there is a certain friction in how they clutch in him — they tug. he finds himself thawing, slightly; he finds himself moving forward, slightly. wei wuxian, infuriatingly, has finished playing the song that stirred up all of lan wangji’s insides as carelessly as kitchen pot meddled by a child; and now, like a child, wei wuxian is drifting off carelessly, not minding his blindfold, not minding that he could slip off the boughs at any moment.

no, not completely careless. as soon as lan wangji crosses a certain point of the perimeter, wei wuxian jerks, and turns his head, directly at lan wangji. he is still blindfolded. he waits, and then calls out, unworried.

”are you here for the hunt?”

this is the price of your arrogance, lan wangji thinks. someone approaches him with a furious aura and yet wei wuxian tilts his head and calls out playfully, as blind to danger as a rabbit who has always been sheltered and fed by a human’s hand.

wei wuxian is a prodigy, the best of all of them, he openly relishes both his mistakes and his hedonistic shortcomings and yet, that he would have such a blindspot —

— is...

...is not...possible.

:::

he knows wei wuxian by now. wei wuxian’s skill is finely honed. if he was faced with an unseen enemy’s fury, wei wuxian no doubt would respond accordingly, defensively. but as lan wangji finds himself continuing still forward, wei wuxian doesn’t remove his blindfold, and doesn’t retrieve his talismans. instead his mouth turns up in the corners and he says something else, teasing, and lan wangji understands it then, that the feeling inside himself can’t possibly be as threatening as fury after all, even though it matches almost perfectly, even though he has no word then for what makes him move close enough to shove wei wuxian’s body harshly, and then, closer.

the feeling — i have — is —

:::

heat.

and softness.

both new, to him. he notices these first, before he notices completely what he’s done, what he’s doing. he notices this before he notices wei wuxian’s wrists clenched tightly in his grip, before he notices wei wuxian start to kick him, and then stop. wei wuxian exhales sharply, and his mouth — so often full of teasing words, so often talking and talking, so often calling out “lan zhan!” — for once falls open, wordless. his mouth is even softer than lan wangji thought it would be, and the moment he thinks it, he realizes it properly: i’ve been thinking about it.

wei wuxian’s loud, arrogant, laughing, smiling, hot, wet mouth.

the feeling isn’t fury, now, probably, but it seizes him with the same passion, the same hunger for action and fulfillment, and his mind splits again, between STOP and please, please, more. he feels his body shake with new, unfamiliar turmoil. in his weakness, the deeper demand wins. his tongue slips out and presses against wei wuxian’s, which...which lifts...and presses back.

despite how strongly he’s holding him, lan wangji feels himself wilt.

this feeling...is —

uncontrollable. undisciplined. and wonderful, wonderful, delicious. wei wuxian shifts and lan wangji, hungry, a victim of his own ardor, holds wei wuxian’s face, turns it so as to taste it better, even as his heart and stomach churn, both filled with butterflies. he’s never sampled anything so rich. he’s never swallowed anything and thought, i could have this every hour of every day and never, never be full of it.

:::

the feeling he has.

wonder so intense that everything seems brighter than before, as if he has just removed a blindfold.

happiness so raw his hands quiver.

hunger so new his teeth pinch, helplessly, on wei wuxian’s plush and luscious lower lip.

fear so abrupt and stabbing he pauses, with a sucked breath.

and, finally. at the same time. fury.

at the river rushing in him again, louder than his pounding heart, louder than the litany of punishments necessary to address the hundreds of rules he’s shattered in a few selfish moments. at wei wuxian’s reddened, swollen lip and dazed, hanging mouth. and at how fiercely lan wangji wants to have it again, and how hard it is, for once, to control himself.

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mine #long post #hmmm........very obsessed with this story atm

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